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129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus