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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—
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
