#AmericanWriters
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—