#AmericanWriters
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -