#AmericanWriters
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—