#AmericanWriters
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
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,
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony