#AmericanWriters
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—