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XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
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
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then