#AmericanWriters
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.