#AmericanWriters
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
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
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you