#AmericanWriters
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before