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422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
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…
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…