#AmericanWriters
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—