#AmericanWriters
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—