#AmericanWriters
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—