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434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
