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35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
