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590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
