#AmericanWriters
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
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,
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—