#AmericanWriters
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,