#AmericanWriters
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.