#AmericanWriters
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,