#AmericanWriters
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
Me prove it now —Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it —now — Make haste —the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity — The River reaches to my feet —
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.