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An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—