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If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?