#AmericanWriters
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
