#AmericanWriters
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
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—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—