#AmericanWriters
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—