<commit_before>---
title: XXIV. 
author: <NAME>
curator: Ata
country: America
year: 19th century
book: Poems
gender: female
tags: 
-  sea
-  time
-  eye
-  beloved
-  lyric
---
Whether my bark went down at sea,
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;

By what mystic mooring
She is held to-day, —
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the bay.<commit_msg>Updated <NAME> - XXIV.<commit_after>---
title: XXIV.
author: <NAME>
curator: Ata
country: America
year: 19th century
book: 
gender: female
tags: 
-  meditative
-  rhyme
-  life
-  east
-  father
---
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge
As much abasheth me.

Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.

Of resurrection? Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my crown!
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