#AmericanWriters
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy