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XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
