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471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
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
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
