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268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
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…
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—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—