#AmericanWriters
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
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,
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
