#AmericanWriters
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
