#AmericanWriters
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow