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367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
