#AmericanWriters
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
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…
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
