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IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—