#AmericanWriters
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—