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178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
