#AmericanWriters
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
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?
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –