#AmericanWriters
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
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
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—