#AmericanWriters
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—