#AmericanWriters
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
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.
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
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,
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
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 -
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—