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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!
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…