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97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.