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Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—