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268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
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