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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—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
