#AmericanWriters
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—