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The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
