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I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
