#AmericanWriters
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
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,
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!