#AmericanWriters
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering