#AmericanWriters
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,
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—