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513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
