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384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—