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XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told