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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—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
