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That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
