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192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend