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327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
