#AmericanWriters
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—