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21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
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…
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—