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There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
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,
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!