#AmericanWriters
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—