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164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
