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Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species