#AmericanWriters
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
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!
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.