#AmericanWriters
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
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,
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling