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97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
