#AmericanWriters
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin