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145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
