#AmericanWriters
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -