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XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop