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164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –