#AmericanWriters
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly