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916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
