#AmericanWriters
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,