#AmericanWriters
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—