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1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
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…
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.