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XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
