#AmericanWriters
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
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,
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—