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54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —