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968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
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…
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
