#AmericanWriters
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.