#AmericanWriters
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
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 -
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—