#AmericanWriters
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—