#AmericanWriters
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus