#AmericanWriters
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
