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LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—