#AmericanWriters
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
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,
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased