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70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—