New Hampshire: A Poem with Notes and Grace Notes

New Hampshire: A Poem with Notes and Grace Notes

New Hampshire: A Poem with Notes and Grace Notes

New Hampshire: A Poem with Notes and Grace Notes

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I MET a lady from the South who said

(You won't believe she said it, but she said it):

"None of my family ever worked, or had

A thing to sell." I don't suppose the work

Much matters. You may work for all of me.

I've seen the time I've had to work myself.

The having anything to sell1 is what

Is the disgrace in man or state or nation.

I met a traveller from Arkansas

Who boasted of his state as beautiful

For diamonds and apples. "Diamonds

And apples in commercial quantities?"

I asked him, on my guard. "Oh yes," he answered,

Off his. The time was evening in the Pullman.

"I see the porter's made your bed," I told him.

I met a Californian who would

Talk California -- a state so blessed,

He said, in climate none had ever died there

A natural death, and Vigilance Committees

Had had to organize to stock the graveyards

And vindicate the state's humanity.

"Just the way Steffanson runs on," I murmured,

"About the British Arctic. That's what comes

Of being in the market with a climate."

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