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913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand