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LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
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 flung it…
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
