#AmericanWriters
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—