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Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather