#AmericanWriters
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!