#AmericanWriters
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just