#AmericanWriters
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
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—
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.