#AmericanWriters
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
