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91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
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,
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
’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
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
