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526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
