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XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
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!
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—