#AmericanWriters
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village… Sauntered as soft away!
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
