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LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—