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41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—