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Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
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
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove