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I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
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—
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—