#AmericanWriters
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—