#AmericanWriters
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.