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250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—