#AmericanWriters
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,