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591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—