#AmericanWriters
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
