#AmericanWriters
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—