#AmericanWriters
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.