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20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
