#AmericanWriters
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
390 It’s coming’—the postponeless Cre… It gains the Block’—and now’—it g… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters’—with a "You know Me’—Sir…
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
196 We don’t cry’—Tim and I, We are far too grand’— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend’—
698 Life’—is what we make of it’— Death’—we do not know’— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him’—though’—
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…