#AmericanWriters
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead