#AmericanWriters
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
