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858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—