#AmericanWriters
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
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
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—