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817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—