#AmericanWriters
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…