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LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
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,
