#AmericanWriters
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.