#AmericanWriters
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
’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
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…