#AmericanWriters
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
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,
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.