#AmericanWriters
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—