#AmericanWriters
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
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…
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
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—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.