#AmericanWriters
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—