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433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —