#AmericanWriters
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear