#AmericanWriters
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —