#AmericanWriters
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.