#AmericanWriters
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
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…
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—