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129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,