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LIFE

His is the halcyon table
That never seats but one,
And whatsoever is consumed
The same amounts remain.


LXXXVII

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has
That lawful orchards mocks;
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks!


LXXXVIII

HEAVEN is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That “heaven” is, to me.

The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind,—
There Paradise is found!


LXXXIX

A WORD is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

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