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6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…