#AmericanWriters
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
