#AmericanWriters
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
