#AmericanWriters
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
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,
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.