#AmericanWriters
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony