#AmericanWriters
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—