#AmericanWriters
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—