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33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
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—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
