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835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad