#AmericanWriters
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…