#AmericanWriters
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—