#AmericanWriters
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—