#AmericanWriters
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
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
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
