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240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity