#AmericanWriters
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in