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A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain