#AmericanWriters
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.