#AmericanWriters
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
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…
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,