#AmericanWriters
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed