#AmericanWriters
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.