#AmericanWriters
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?