#AmericanWriters
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.