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870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw