#AmericanWriters
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -