#AmericanWriters
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead