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803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
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.
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—