#AmericanWriters
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
