#AmericanWriters
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.