#AmericanWriters
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—