#AmericanWriters
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
