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882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time