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854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
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 -
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…