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This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
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…
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
