#AmericanWriters
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills