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XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.