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596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely