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A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—