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XXI 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.
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.