Very well, you liberals, And navigators into realms intelle… You sailors through heights imagin… Blown about by erratic currents, t… You Margaret Fuller Slacks, Peti…

They brought me ambrotypes Of the old pioneers to enlarge. And sometimes one sat for me— Some one who was in being When giant hands from the womb of…

Only the chemist can tell, and not… What will result from compounding Fluids or solids. And who can tell How men and women will interact

God! ask me not to record your won… I admit the stars and the suns And the countless worlds. But I have measured their distanc… And weighed them and discovered th…

Oh, you young radicals and dreamer… You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my captainc… And my faith in God!

The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from th… And a wind sweeps through the past… Beating the grass into long waves.

Both for the country and for the m… And for a country as well as a man… ’Tis better to be feared than love… And if this country would rather p… With the friendship of every natio…

Do the boys and girls still go to… For cider, after school, in late… Or gather hazel nuts among the thi… On Aaron Hatfield’s farm when the… For many times with the laughing g…

I, born in Weimar Of a mother who was French And German father, a most learned… Orphaned at fourteen years, Became a dancer, known as Russian…

In my life I was the town drunkar… When I died the priest denied me… In holy ground. The which rebounded to my good for… For the Protestants bought this l…

I would I had thrust my hands of… Into the disk-flowers bee-infested… Into the mirror-like core of fire Of the light of life, the sun of d… For what are anthers worth or peta…

I was sick, but more than that, I… At the crooked police, and the cro… So I wrote to the Chief of Polic… “I am here in my girlhood home in… Gradually wasting away.

Do you remember, passer-by, the pa… I wore across the lot where now st… Hasting with swift feet to work th… Take its meaning to heart: You too may walk, after the hills…

At first you will know not what th… And you may never know, And we may never tell you:— These sudden flashes in your soul, Like lambent lightning on snowy cl…

This weeping willow! Why do you not plant a few For the millions of children not y… As well as for us? Are they not non-existent, or cell…