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550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.