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268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
329 So glad we are’—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were’— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear’—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—