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247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—