#AmericanWriters
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
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!
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
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.