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XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
