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Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
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…
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…