#AmericanWriters
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—