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841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot