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895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—