#AmericanWriters
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
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!
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—