#AmericanWriters
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—
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.