#AmericanWriters
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
’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
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.