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XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
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
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…