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235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness