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527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
