#AmericanWriters
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!