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An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—