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LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—