#AmericanWriters
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn