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LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –