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XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—