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XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—