#AmericanWriters
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came