#AmericanWriters
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
