#AmericanWriters
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy