#AmericanWriters
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour