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540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
