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Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.
Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way. Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards — day!
ALMOST! Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore;
EXCLUSION. The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
Old-fashioned eyes, Not easy to surprise!
You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
PROOF. That I did always love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved I did not love enough.
"Unto the little, unto me," When
A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze.
Morns like these we parted; Noons like these she rose, Fluttering first, then firmer, To her fair repose.
