#AmericanWriters
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest