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XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—