#AmericanWriters
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
