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LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn