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14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,