621I asked no other thing —No other — was denied —I offered Being — for it —The Mighty Merchant sneered —Brazil? He twirled a Button —Without a glance my way —But — Madam — is there nothing else —That We can show — Today?
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657I dwell in Possibility —A fairer House than Prose —More numerous of Windows —Superior — for Doors —Of Chambers as the Cedars —Impregnable of Eye —And for an Everlasting RoofThe Gambrels of the Sky —Of Visitors — the fairest —For Occupation — This —The spreading wide my narrow HandsTo gather Paradise —
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680Each Life Converges to some Centre —Expressed — or still —Exists in every Human NatureA Goal —Embodied scarcely to itself- it may be —Too fairFor Credibility's presumptionTo mar —Adored with caution- as a Brittle Heaven —To reachWere hopeless Rainbow's RaimentTo touch —Yet persevered toward —sure- for the distance;How high —Unto the Saints slow diligence —The Sky —Ungained- it may be —by a Life's low Venture —But then —Eternity enables the endeavoringAgain.
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686They say that «Time assuages» —Time never did assuage —An actual suffering strengthensAs Sinews do, with age —Time is a Test of Trouble,But not a Remedy —If such it prove, it prove tooThere was no Malady —
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712Because I could not stop for Death —He kindly stopped for me —The Carriage held but just Ourselves —And Immortality.We slowly drove — He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor, and my leisure too,For His Civility —We passed the School where Children stroveAt Recess — in the Ring —We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain —We passed the Setting Sun —Or rather — He passed Us —The Dews drew quivering and chill —For only Gossamer, my Gown —My Tippet — only Tulle —We paused before a House that seemedA Swelling of the Ground —The Roof was scarcely visible —The Cornice — in the Ground —Since then — «t is Centuries-and yetFeels shorter than the DayI first surmised the Horses» HeadsWere toward Eternity —
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875I stepped from Plank to PlankA slow and cautious wayThe Stars about my Head I feltAbout my Feet the Sea.I knew not but the nextWould be my final inch —This gave me that precarious GaitSome call Experience.
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887We outgrow love like other thingsAnd put it in the Drawer —Till it an Antique fashion shows —Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
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919If I can stop one Heart from breakingI shall not live in vainIf I can ease one Life the Aching,Or cool one Pain,Or help one fainting RobinUnto his Nest again,I shall not live in Vain.