#AmericanWriters
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—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take