#AmericanWriters
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
