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CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!