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64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!