#AmericanWriters
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
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—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
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—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—