#AmericanWriters
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?