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LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—
