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116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
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
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
