#AmericanWriters
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
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—
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
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