#AmericanWriters
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—