#AmericanWriters
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid