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463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—