#AmericanWriters
487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me