#AmericanWriters
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
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
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…