#AmericanWriters
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
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—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
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—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—