#AmericanWriters
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility