#AmericanWriters
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
