#AmericanWriters
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!