#AmericanWriters
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—