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522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—