#AmericanWriters
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme