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CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet