#AmericanWriters
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
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—
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—