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LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—