#AmericanWriters
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
‘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,
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.