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A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.