#AmericanWriters
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed