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XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
