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Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness - 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail - Assent - and you are sane - Demur - you're straightway dangerous - And handled with a Chain - |
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A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene - This whole Experiment of Green - As if it were his own! |
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Wild Nights - Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile - the Winds - To a Heart in port - Done with the Compass - Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden - Ah, the Sea! Might I but moor - Tonight - In Thee! |
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Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly? Did the "Paradise" - persuaded - Yield her moat of pearl - Would the Eden be an Eden, Or the Earl - an Earl? |
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Come slowly - Eden! Lips unused to Thee - Bashful - sip thy Jessamines - As the fainting Bee - Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums - Counts his nectars - Enters - and is lost is Balms. |
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"Why do I love" You, Sir? Because - The Wind does not require the Grass To answer - Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. Because He knows - and Do not You - And We know not - Enough for Us The Wisdom it be so - The Lightning - never asked an Eye Wherefore it shut - when He was by - Because He knows it cannot speak - And reasons not contained - - Of Talk - There be - preferred by Daintier Folk - The Sunrise - Sir - compelleth Me - Because He's Sunrise - and I see - Therefore - Then - I love Thee - |
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A slash of Blue - A sweep of Gray - Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky - A little purple - slipped between - Some Ruby Trousers hurried on - A Wave of Gold - A Bank of Day - This just makes out the Morning Sky. |
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An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye - Of Territory - Color - Circumference - Decay - Its Amber Revelation Exhilarate - Debase - Omnipotence' inspection Of Our inferior face - And when the solemn features Confirm - in Victory - We start - as if detected In Immortality - |
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Dear March - Come in - How glad I am - I hoped for you before - Put down your Hat - You must have walked - How out of Breath you are - Dear March, how are you, and the Rest - Did you leave Nature well - Oh March, Come right up stairs with me - I have so much to tell - I got your Letter, and the Birds - The Maples never knew that you were coming - til I called I declare - how Red their Faces grew - But March, forgive me - and All those Hills you left for me to Hue - There was no Purple suitable - You took it all with you - Who knocks? That April. Lock the Door - I will nt be pursued - He stayed away a Year to call When I am occupied - But trifles took so trivial As soon as you have come That Blame is just as dear as Praise And Praise as mere as Blame - |
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Four Trees - upon a solitary Acre - Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action - Maintain - The Sun - upon a Morning meets them - The Wind - No nearer Neighbor - have they - But God - The Acre gives them - Place - They - Him - Attention of Passer by - Of Shadow, or of Squirrel, haply - Or Boy - What Deed is Theirs unto the General Nature - What Plan They severally - retard - or further - Unknown - |
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I tend my flowers for thee - Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip - while the Sower - dreams - Geraniums - tint - and spot - Low Daisies - dot - My Cactus - splits her Beard To show her throat - Carnations - tip their spice - And Bees - pick up - A Hyacinth - I hid - Puts out a Ruffled Head - And odors fall From flasks - so small - You marvel how they held - Globe Roses - break their satin flake - Upon my Garden floor - Yet - thou - not there - I had as lief they bore No Crimson - more - Thy flower - be gay - Her Lord - away! It ill becometh me - I'll dwell in Calyx - Gray - How modestly - alway - Thy Daisy - Draped for thee! |
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In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming ground, The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee's advancing sound. In fear thou comest - Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy That man anew embark to live Upon the depth of thee. |