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Heaven, O Lord, I Cannot Lose Now summer finds her perfect prime; Sweet blows the wind from western calms; On every bower red roses climb; The meadows sleep in mingled balms. Nor stream, nor bank the wayside by, But lilies float and daisies throng; Nor space of blue and... Poet: Edna Dean Proctor	Expanse cannot be lost — Expanse cannot be lost — Not Joy, but a Decree Is Deity — His Scene, Infinity — Whose rumor's Gate was shut so tight Before my Beam was sown, Not even a Prognostic's push Could make a Dent... Poet:	"Heaven" — is what I cannot reach! "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 Land — Behind the Hill — the... Poet:	I cannot be ashamed I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer — Magnitude Reverses Modesty And I cannot be proud Because a Height so high Involves Alpine Requirements ... Poet:
I cannot buy it — 'tis not sold — I cannot buy it — 'tis not sold — There is no other in the World — Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot To shut the Door And it went out And I am all alone — If I could find it... Poet:	I cannot dance upon my Toes — I cannot dance upon my Toes — No Man instructed me — But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me, That had I Ballet knowledge — Would put itself abroad In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe —... Poet:	I cannot live with You — I cannot live with You — It would be Life — And Life is over there — Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to — Putting up Our Life — His Porcelain — Like a Cup — ... Poet:	I cannot meet the Spring unmoved — I cannot meet the Spring unmoved — I feel the old desire — A Hurry with a lingering, mixed, A Warrant to be fair — A Competition in my sense With something hid in Her — And as she vanishes, Remorse... Poet:
I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there Nor ever saw his house nor furniture, Who has invited me with him to dwell; But a confiding guest consult as well, What raiment honor him the most, That I be adequately dressed... Poet:	I cannot want it more — I cannot want it more — I cannot want it less — My Human Nature's fullest force Expends itself on this. And yet it nothing is To him who easy owns — Is Worth itself or Distance He fathoms... Poet: