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804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain