#AmericanWriters
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
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”!
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,
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling