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819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
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
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 floor
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…