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XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
329 So glad we are’—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were’— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear’—
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills