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126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy