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703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.