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616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—