#AmericanWriters
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—