#AmericanWriters
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
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—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -