#AmericanWriters
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—