#AmericanWriters
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—