#AmericanWriters
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?