#AmericanWriters
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect