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GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds