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424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!