#AmericanWriters
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
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
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
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 -
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
