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XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—