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LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
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—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
