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XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—