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XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm