#AmericanWriters
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me