#AmericanWriters
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…