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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Between My Country—and the Others— There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it— I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translation— Of all tunes I knew—and more— ‘Twasn’t contained—like other stanza— No one could play it—the second time— But the Composer—perfect Mozart— Perish with him—that Keyless…
Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare— The Capsule of the Wind The Capsule of the Mind Exhibit here, as doth a Burr— Germ’s Germ be…
Best Gains—must have the Losses’ Test— To constitute them—Gains—
Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair Our Speculations of the Foreigner! Some know Him whom We knew— Sweet Wonder— A Nature be Where Saints, and our plain going Neighbor Keep May!
Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze— A few incisive Mornings— A few Ascetic Eves— Gone—Mr. Bryant’s “Golden Rod”— And Mr. Thomson’s “sheaves.” …
Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between— For Stranger—Strangers do not mourn— There be Immortal friends Whom Death see first—’tis news of this That paralyze Ourselves— …
Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me— Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself— And when I sought my Bed— The Grave it was reposed upon The Pillow for…
Behind Me—dips Eternity— Before Me—Immortality— Myself—the Term between— Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray, Dissolving into Dawn away, Before the West begin— ‘Tis Kingdoms—afterward—they say— In perfect—pauseless Monarchy— Whose Prince—is Son of None— Himself—His Dateless Dynasty— Himself—Himself diversify—…
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness, A fellow in the skies Of independent hues, A little weather-worn, Inspiriting habiliments Of indigo and brown. With specimens of song, As if for…