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928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East