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Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
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—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…