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XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
