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23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…