#AmericanWriters
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even. But since the last included both,
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…