#AmericanWriters
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!