#AmericanWriters
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—