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952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
