#AmericanWriters
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—