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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intrinsic, stand, And this brief tragedy of flesh Is shifted…
Not that We did, shall be the test When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We would Had We diviner been—
Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise— What if the Bird from journey far— Confused by Sweets—as Mortals—are— Forget the secret of His…
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the place Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf, Clasped yet to him and me. And…
Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night— A Hoary Boy, I’ve known to drop Whole statured—by the side Of Junior of Fourscore—’twas Act Not Period—that died.
Not “Revelation”—’tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the sill Till all the World is ajar—
None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn— Want—is a meagre Art Acquired by Reverse— The Poverty that was not Wealth— Cannot be Indigence.
Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee. Only a Bee will miss it— Only a Butterfly, Hastening from far journey— On its breast…
No Rack can torture me—My Soul—at Liberty—Behind this mortal BoneThere knits a bolder One— You cannot prick with saw—Nor pierce with Scimitar—Two Bodies—therefore be—Bind One—The Other fly— The Eagle of his NestNo easier divest—And gain the SkyThan mayest Thou— Except…
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