#AmericanWriters
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—