#AmericanWriters
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—