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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—
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—