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"Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now."
"If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb."
"Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity."
"Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more."
"A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -"
"Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life if seemed to me Until a little bird As to a hospitality Advanced and breakfasted."
"She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die."
"You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know."
"Twin loaves of bread have just been born into the world under my auspices. Fine children, the image of their mother. And here, my dear friend, is the glory."
"I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way"
"I dwell in possibilities... a fairer house than prose."
"A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, His knowledge to unfold On what concerns our mutual mind, The literature of old."
"I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me"
"I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior — for Doors."
"And then--a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face-- Until it blocked my eyes"
"I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die."
"At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere."
"A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind."
"I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light."
"Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs."