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Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
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
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…