#AmericanWriters
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!