#AmericanWriters
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
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.
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
“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?
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—