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446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly