#AmericanWriters
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—