#AmericanWriters
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass