#AmericanWriters
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.