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578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—