#AmericanWriters
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—