#AmericanWriters
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…