#AmericanWriters
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.