#AmericanWriters
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—