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308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
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.
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases