#AmericanWriters
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,