#AmericanWriters
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
