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14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance