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265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
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
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
