#AmericanWriters
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people