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As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—