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453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!