#AmericanWriters
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…