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529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!