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424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
