#AmericanWriters
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
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,
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
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—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine