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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.
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
