#AmericanWriters
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain; Spectre cannot harm,
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
Part One: Life And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it. How sweet it would have tasted,
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
