#AmericanWriters
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
