#AmericanWriters
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
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,
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
