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It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
Rearrange a 'Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority