#AmericanWriters
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
329 So glad we are’—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were’— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear’—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy