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A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
