#AmericanWriters
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.