#AmericanWriters
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
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…
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
