#AmericanWriters
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…