#AmericanWriters
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
329 So glad we are’—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were’— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear’—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…