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586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —