#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
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?
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—