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124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.