#AmericanWriters
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—