#AmericanWriters
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday