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To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
