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235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
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
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—