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563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—