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190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
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?
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.