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440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
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.
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
