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46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do