#AmericanWriters
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…