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VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
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…