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14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,