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Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,