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168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—