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930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
