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612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…