#AmericanWriters
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—