#AmericanWriters
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
