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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!
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…