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486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
