#AmericanWriters
667 Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’— Blameless of a Name’— Efflorescence of a Sunset’— Reproduced’—the same’—
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—