#AmericanWriters
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—