Sleep is supposed to be
Sunday, April 24, 2016
XXXVIII
SLEEP is
supposed to be,
By souls
of sanity,
The
shutting of the eye.
Sleep is
the station grand
Down
which on either hand
The hosts
of witness stand!
Morn is
supposed to be,
By people
of degree,
The
breaking of the day.
Morning
has not occurred!
That
shall aurora be
East of
eternity;
One with
the banner gay,
One in
the red array,—
That is
the break of day.
The shutting of the eye
I dwell in possibility when Sappho was a living girl
In a library
A light exists in spring
The lady dare not lift her veil
I took my power in my hand
I find my feet have further goals
I cannot dance upon my toes
The Music of the Violin does not emerge alone
Red Blaze
He touched me, so I live to know
Rear Window- The Entering Takes Away
Said Death to Passion
We Wear the Mask That Grins And Lies
It was not death for I stood alone
The Music in the Violin Does Not Emerge Alone
I tend my flowers for thee
Lavinia Norcross Dickinson
Pray gather me anemone!
Ample make her bed
His caravan of red
Me-come! My dazzled face
Develops pearl and weed
But peers beyond her mesh
Surgeons must be very careful
Water is taught by thirst
I could not prove that years had feet
April played her fiddle
A violin in Baize replaced
I think the longest hour
The spirit lasts
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