#AmericanWriters
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?