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1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?