#AmericanWriters
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—