#AmericanWriters
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
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,
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—