#AmericanWriters
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw