#AmericanWriters
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
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,
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,