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Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—