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A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird