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XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
