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252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed