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XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue