#AmericanWriters
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend