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114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always