#AmericanWriters
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—