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668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
