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84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—