#AmericanWriters
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
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
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.