#AmericanWriters
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!