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863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
