#AmericanWriters
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
