#AmericanWriters
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,