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Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—