#AmericanWriters
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.