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860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—