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92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
