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980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—