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XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
