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33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot