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591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!