#AmericanWriters
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—