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598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—