#AmericanWriters
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—