#AmericanWriters
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud