#AmericanWriters
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
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,
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—