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879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time