#AmericanWriters
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—