#AmericanWriters
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—