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Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—