#AmericanWriters
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—