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576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.