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486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold