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XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
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—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—