#AmericanWriters
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
