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68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—