#AmericanWriters
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…