'Twas just this time, last year, I died.

'Twas just this time, last year, I died.

I know I heard the Corn,

When I was carried by the Farms --

It had the Tassels on --

I thought how yellow it would look --

When Richard went to mill --

And then, I wanted to get out,

But something held my will.

I thought just how Red -- Apples wedged

The Stubble's joints between --

And the Carts stooping round the fields

To take the Pumpkins in --

I wondered which would miss me, least,

And when Thanksgiving, came,

If Father'd multiply the plates --

To make an even Sum --

And would it blur the Christmas glee

My Stocking hang too high

For any Santa Claus to reach

The Altitude of me --

But this sort, grieved myself,

And so, I thought the other way,

How just this time, some perfect year --

Themself, should come to me --