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LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—