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20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude