#AmericanWriters
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
