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192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.