#AmericanWriters
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
’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
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.