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635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
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…
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
