#AmericanWriters
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take