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338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—