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673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—