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This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
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,
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –