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’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead