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517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
