#AmericanWriters
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…