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914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
