#AmericanWriters
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –