#AmericanWriters
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
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—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
