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453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe;
