#AmericanWriters
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.