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LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
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
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
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,
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—