#AmericanWriters
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
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,
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
