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CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
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…
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -