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XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
XXXIII 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
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
