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99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
