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560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
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.
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!