#AmericanWriters
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,