#AmericanWriters
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
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
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—