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668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
