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XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.