#AmericanWriters
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
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
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—