#AmericanWriters
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.