#AmericanWriters
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep