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Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—
296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—
