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638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
