#AmericanWriters
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…