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Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee