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445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
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—
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
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!