#AmericanWriters
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine