#AmericanWriters
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
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…
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—