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152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
