#AmericanWriters
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
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,
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,