#AmericanWriters
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
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…
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—