#AmericanWriters
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,