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As Watchers hang upon the East,
As Beggars revel at a feast
By savory Fancy spread—
As brooks in deserts babble sweet

34
Garland for Queens, may be—
Laurels—for rare degree
Of soul or sword.
Ah—but remembering me—

665
Dropped into the Ether Acre—
Wearing the Sod Gown—
Bonnet of Everlasting Laces—
Brooch—frozen on—

94
Angels, in the early morning
May be seen the Dews among,
Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da
Do the Buds to them belong?

868
They ask but our Delight—
The Darlings of the Soil
And grant us all their Countenanc
For a penurious smile.

227
Teach Him’—When He makes the nam
Such an one’—to say’—
On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’—
As should sound’—to me’—

269
Bound—a trouble—
And lives can bear it!
Limit—how deep a bleeding go!
So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—
I hunted all the Sand—
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand—
His Mighty Balls—in death were th

411
The Color of the Grave is Green—
The Outer Grave—I mean—
You would not know it from the Fi
Except it own a Stone—

535
She’s happy, with a new Content—
That feels to her—like Sacrament—
She’s busy—with an altered Care—
As just apprenticed to the Air—