#AmericanWriters
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!