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474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.