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His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
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…
