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A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…