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XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –