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the bloom of the present moment to any work,
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whether of the head or hands.
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I love a broad margin to my life.
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Sometimes in a summer morning,
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having taken my accustomed bath,
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I sat on my sunny doorway from sunrise 'til noon
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wrapped in a reverie amidst
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The pines and hickories and sumacs
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in undisturbed solitude and stillness,
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while the birds sang around
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or flitted noiselessly through the house
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until the sun falling in at my west window