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XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?