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God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
