#AmericanWriters
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—