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LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
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,
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—