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226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…