#AmericanWriters
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -