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34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
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.
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
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…
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
