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587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—