#AmericanWriters
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
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,
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.