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939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
