#AmericanWriters
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—