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858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
