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23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
