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I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
