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876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—