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Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”