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There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
The Grass so little has to do ' A Sphere of simple Green ' With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain ' And stir all day to pretty Tunes
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—