#AmericanWriters
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,