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575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
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
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather