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251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…