#AmericanWriters
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away