#AmericanWriters
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
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.
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering