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651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train