#AmericanWriters
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—