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399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.