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825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,