#AmericanWriters
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—