#AmericanWriters
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee