#AmericanWriters
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
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
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—
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —