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410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—