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XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!