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- Joy to have merited the Pain —
- Guest am I to have
- Defrauded I a Butterfly —
- As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
- The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung —
- Escaping backward to perceive
- Ourselves were wed one summer — dear —
- Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle
- I could suffice for Him, I knew —
- A Clock stopped —
- Crisis is a Hair
- The name — of it— is "Autumn" —
- His Mansion in the Pool
- Two Butterflies went out at Noon
- Through lane it lay — through bramble —
- Who occupies this House?
- What Inn is this
- Behind Me — dips Eternity —
- The Merchant of the Picturesque
- A Shade opon the mind there passes
- The Night was wide, and furnished scant
- Forever at His side to walk —
- That short — potential stir
- It is dead — Find it —
- I've dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb —
- You've seen Balloons set — Hav'nt You?
- Escape is such a thankful Word
- Somewhat, to hope for
- A precious — mouldering pleasure — 'tis —
- Let me not mar that perfect Dream
- A Dying Tiger — moaned for Drink —
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