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6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
