#AmericanWriters
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
931 Noon’—is the Hinge of Day’— Evening’—the Tissue Door’— Morning’—the East compelling the… Till all the World is ajar’—
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even. But since the last included both,
