#AmericanWriters
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
