#AmericanWriters
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.