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387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
