#AmericanWriters
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
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?
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—