#AmericanWriters
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.