#AmericanWriters
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.