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776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—