#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
