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XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—