#AmericanWriters
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—