#AmericanWriters
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
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,
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
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…
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!