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753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—