#AmericanWriters
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…