#AmericanWriters
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
915 Faith’—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not’— Too slender for the eye
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—