#AmericanWriters
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!