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488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
