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203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One