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XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence