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530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
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…
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -