#AmericanWriters
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.