#AmericanWriters
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.