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240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.