#AmericanWriters
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,