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Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!