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7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows