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XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?