#AmericanWriters
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
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
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—