#AmericanWriters
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,