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268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.