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623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always