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403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—