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808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
