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It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…