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33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
667 Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’— Blameless of a Name’— Efflorescence of a Sunset’— Reproduced’—the same’—
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—