#AmericanWriters
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,