#AmericanWriters
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—