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Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—