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A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.