#AmericanWriters
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—