#AmericanWriters
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—