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212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
’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
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!