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XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.